people will fight against animal abuse to no end, get furious and angry at the idea of animal abuse, they will even go as far as wanting animal abusers to go to prison, all until someone mentions farm animals count as animals too
aries # 1 ~ aries ~ the dictator - ego centric and dominating. controls and refuses to acknowledge the needs and feelings of others, primitive, toddler-like # 2 ~ the victorian ~ the champion, the pioneer, the winner, the triumphant discoverer, the valiant conqueror, can be reckless, combative, unrelenting #3 ~ the defender - uses developed leadership skills to protect, ensure justice, and defend the innocent and vulnerable. inspires with vision
taurus #1 ~ the glutton - identifies too closely with materials and money. no amount of zeros on the bank balance or possessions is enough #2 ~ the investor - protects and preserves materials. eye for design and style. relishes. can be greedy/overly spendthrift/over indulgent. #3 ~ the earth child - appreciates and beautifies the materials of the natural plain, lover of wine, woman, and song. creative vision. ensures organic resources. knows how and when to invest with finances
gemini #1 ~ the gossip- uses the voice to spread rumors, vicious untruths, and words that will stir up drama. #2 ~ the journalist ~ is the mercury messenger circulating the up to date information, the news anchor, and also the broadcasting or propaganda and unsourced fabrications, will write under direction #3 ~ the academic ~ uses high intelligence to research, learn, and educate. dedicated to education, be through self or institution. the writer of the passion, whether it be tabloid or textbook
cancer # 1 ~ the abandoned child - clings to people out of fear, reacts to situations with the screams of the exposed child, melancholic and reactive # 2 ~ the martyr - expresses deep compassion and sympathy, the surrogate parent, dependent, may neglect own needs for other people, can feel victimised # the source - is self sufficient and defines himself without heritage and family role, protective and powerful, tenacious, provides emotionally and physically, is the umbilical cord channel that connects loved ones to god through her, profound empathy
leo # 1 ~ the cub - dependent, self absorbed, hysterical, attached to mother archetype, undeveloped, self conscious # 2 ~ the lion - king of the jungle, predatory and protective, self regulating and self ruling, sustains loved ones, confident # 3 ~ the sphinx - wise and advising, generous and proud, guardian of the young and creative visionary
virgo # 1 ~ the critic - the inflamed eye that spot every blemish, consumed with order and hygiene, overly self conscious # 2 ~ the servant - seeks to be of assistance to others. healing hands. identifies with perfectionism. hypochondriac and hysteria # 3~ the mastermind - fuses high level intelligence with rhythmic logic and crystal ideals. views imperfections as gold between the cracks. dedicated toward creating a perfect world for others
libra # the imitation - is distressed in solitude, requires other people to provide a sense of self, remains in destructive relationships, reflects others #the lawyer - has awareness for every point of view and attempts to balance oppositions, can be chronically indecisive # the judge - makes a decisive rule on every individual situation based on the precisely equal evaluation and analysis on what is fair, right, and equal. distributes everybody’s opinion and his own into a clear, moral and admirable standpoint
scorpio # 1 the scorpion ~ paranoid, self destructive, wrathful, and withdrawn. controlled by emotions and suspicions. controlling and power hungry, promiscuous, fanatical and pedantic # 2 the eagle ~ has an empathy and intuitive psychological receptivity, identifies with darker impulses, justice seeking, fears loss of power and exposure, may dabble in black magick or darker sciences. can be the ‘hurt to heal’ expression like a surgeon who must make an incision to cure # 3 the phoenix ~ the divine healer expressing the wisdom of water therapy and sorcery and medicines. ultra conscious of human suffering, uses occult power for good and holistic healing
sagittarius #the glutton - gorges in excess, cannot control pleasure seeking ways, overly skeptical, believes own lies #the philosopher - studies or summons interest in philosophical matters and travel, mental, spiritual, and physical. maybe too sterile with opening up himself to accept the beliefs of what he truly knows and studies #the guru - distributes the highest wisdom of sagittarius… the quest for divine intimacy, mysticism, symbolism, theology, spiritual law, on pilgrimage, through book, or academics
capricorn #the tyrant - power hungry without remorse, wants to ascend up the ladder at any cost, chooses work over recreation, family, and values #the laborer - dedicated and steady, hardworking and humbly ambitious, works on behalf of himself and others will ascend at his own pace. may be consumed by work #the architect - has exhausted physical and mental talents and ascended toward his profound dreams. wants to establish a better, systemized world co-relating with the esoteric, is the provider, as a parent with his own child or acts as guardian of society and institution
aquarius #the rebel - deliberately acts to shock people, expresses individuality at the risk of professional or social reputation #the activist - battles on behalf of causes that relate to their interests and passions, is very outspoken and effective, may partake in protest chaos for the sheer fun of it, can take on radical ideas #the mother of humanity - the protector of all forms, from child to every animal, the one who fights on behalf of something bigger, the one who identifies with being one with everything. to guard the rainforest is to guard a part of themselves
pisces #1 ~ the addict - lost in his need for escapism and salvation. cannot control the need to lose himself in toxins, alcohols, drugs, medications, sex, daydream, cinema, lies and deceives #2 ~ the mystic ~ experiments/dabbles with different belief systems, conjures occult knowledge for good or evil, understands mysticism, may be melancholic or despondent, can be impressionable #3 ~ the spirit guide - transports people on spiritual journeys, is equipped with mystical knowledge and power, uses intuition and forces of enchantment for good, distributes divine wisdom, is compassionate to all beings, feels at one with god
i was just playing around with some ideas, i intend to reflect more on this and extend it going into more detail. astrology is a lot of fun :)
In the 70’s they blamed the Dobermans. In the 80’s the German Shepherds. In the 90’s they blamed the Rottweilers. Now they blame Pit bulls. The animal is not to blame it’s the owner. There’s no such thing as a bad dog just a bad owner. Dogs don’t organize dog fights. Dogs don’t profit off dog fights. Dogs are the victims here. Seems like these days the victim is always blamed. Stop being ignorant. And stop the people who are organizing dog fights. Don’t blame the dog. Blame the person behind the dog.
What I don’t understand is when I post a picture of an animal being slaughtered, people become outraged and demand that it be removed because it’s too graphic. But then they will happily post a picture of the animal after it has been tortured, slaughtered and cooked and is sitting on their plate. The fact that the beginning of the process of slaughter, the animal fighting for their life, the blood, the gore, the terror, the sheer, raw inhumanity of it all, being too sensitive for them to witness speaks to their own inner realization that there is no justification for the ‘pretty’ packaged end product that they condone and support. The end does not justify the means.
Although it is the home
of approximately 98% of the ocean’s species, the deep sea is a frontier yet to
be explored by natural scientists. Of the estimated 500.000 to 10 million
species living on or above the seafloor, new species are discovered and
described by marine biologists every year. Being one of the biggest and most
extreme environments on Earth, the deep sea’s biodiversity is enormous in both
species of prey and predators. From demonic red octopi to gigantic squid
wrestling with sperm whales, the most interesting group of marine predators
would be the deep sea’s cephalopods.
The biggest problem
living as a squid at 5000 meters depth is the pitch black environment you have
to hunt in. A great variety of cephalopods have adapted to their surroundings
in the most extreme ways. One of the easiest feeding strategies is what we call
“passive hunting”, and one of the more scary-looking squid known to science –
the genus Magnapinna – uses this
technique in the most bizarre way. Known commonly as Bigfin squid, or
Long-armed squid, this group is known for its irregular big fin-size and
extremely long arms. Although previously only known from caught juveniles, in
2007 an eerie video was made by a research facility in the Gulf of Mexico. What
they saw was a 8 meters-long adult squid, floating around in the abyss.
Another more obvious
feeding strategy is active hunting: squid are known to chase and ambush their
prey using their intelligence and extremely complicated eyes. While we know
that the eyes of squid are highly adapted and look similar to those of a
mammal, there’s one species that takes it a step further. The so-called
strawberry squid (Histioteuthis
heteropsis) gets its name from the strawberry-like appearance of its skin.
The light-producing speckles, or photophores, are supposed to confuse
predators. What’s more interesting however, is the fact that it has one
“normal” eye and one big green eye. It is believed that the smaller eye detects
bioluminescence generated from potential prey, while the other eye watches the
sky and filters faint light from above.
While the strawberry
squid tries to confuse its own predators, sometimes the best defense is simply
being bigger than the predator. Some squid have evolved to be gigantic, take
for example the Humboldt squid (Dosidicus
gigas) from the gulf of Mexico. The human sized squid are known to be
hostile towards divers and even hunt in packs – sometimes referred to as “a
squad of squid”. An even bigger squid can be found in the deep: the Giant and
Colossal squid (genus Architeuthis
and Mesonychoteuthis) are known to
reach sizes over 10 meters. There is only one animal capable of fighting a
gigantic squid: the 16-meter long Sperm whale. Although never observed by
biologists, evidence of squid-whale battles can be found on stranded whales.
Circular marks, believed to be caused by the suckers of the squid, cover the hide
of several found Sperm whales.
Lastly, there’s one
group of cephalopods often overlooked by the general public. Having the
creepiest name from the deep sea, the Vampire squid is one of the most
interesting organisms on Earth. Its Latin name Vampyroteuthis infernalis literally means “vampiric squid from
hell”, but its name is scarier than the animal itself. The Vampire squid feeds
on the so-called deep sea snow: flakes of waste material that slowly falls to
the ocean floor. It uses a long thread-like appendage to collect the snow and
brings it to its mouth.
Thought to be the common
ancestor of both squid and octopi, the bright red molluscs share a lot of
characters with the other cephalopods. There are however some differences. When
threatened, Vampire squids cannot simply swim away. Instead, they use an unique
arsenal of defensive strategies. The filaments between their tentacles can be
used to protect their soft bodies, exposing spiny structures on the inside of
the tentacles. In addition, Vampire squid have no ink-sacs like other lineages,
but can emit fluorescent fluids to scare predators away.
There’s a lot we still
don’t know about the deep sea and its inhabitants, but every day new species
are being discovered by marine biologists. We don’t have to look for other
planets to find aliens, the weirdest organisms can be found below the waves,
waiting for us.
Hi I’m Werner, master student and invertebrate
enthusiast. Most information was found through the Monterey Bay Aquarium
Research Institute: if you’re interested in deep sea stuff like me, check out
He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.
I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.
I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.
She is a pathological liar.
Her lies fascinate me.
After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.
It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.
They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).
I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.
It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.
I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.
It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.
My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.
If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?
Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.
Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.
hell, feminism shouldn’t even be fighting for men’s rights
feminism is and should just be about women’s rights
all the other stuff just brings in other groups that may not want feminism to speak for them or that feminism has no basis on which to speak on the issues because feminism is about the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of equality of the SEXES
that doesn’t mean that feminisTS can’t fight for these things
IF YOU DON’T LIKE PIT BULLS YOU CAN FUCKING FIGHT ME (NOT THEM!) THEY ARE INNOCENT DOGS THAT GET FORCED TO FIGHT BY HUMANS. ANY VIOLENT TRAIT THEY HAVE HAS BEEN TRAINED INTO THEM BY HUMANS, AND WITH PROPER TRAINING AND CARE THEY CAN BE THE MOST MEATY CUDDLE BUDDIES EVER!
LOOK AT THE ADORABLE FUCKING FACE! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU EVER WISH HARM UPON SUCH A CUTE CHUB MUFFIN?!